"Sorry, Ma'am, Miss Anggun isn't happy with the costume's color. She's asking for a replacement."
Welcome to fieldwork, Fara. Where something is always, always bound to go wrong. Be it the weather, the locals, or, more often than not, the talents throwing tantrums for the most bizarre reasons.
Mr. Sambodo's face flushed red with irritation. How could she not like it? They'd briefed her on everything — down to the wardrobe — before shooting even started!
"She should—"
"Let me handle it," Fara's sharp voice cut through from behind Mr. Sambodo. She strode forward with her usual air of authority, clearly sensing trouble.
"Sure, Ma'am. Miss Anggun's waiting in her car," her assistant project in charge said quickly.
Following her lead, Fara knocked on the car window where the artist was resting.
